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So many people wonder how I do it. How I continue to live even after the worst has happened to me. But that is exactly what I do. I live.

My family has moved over and over in my life, they say it's due to my father's job, but he won't tell me what it is.and I know better. I can only gather certain a few clues they give away to try and piece together my past. You'd think I più than anyone should know it, yet I haven't even started learning about it, at the moment all I know is. When I was a baby I got shot in a hostage situation. We moved. I met my best friend and her big brother. A few years...

here's a lista of ways to deal with sid's grandmother a.k.a granny

1.If granny wants te to chew her frutta . simply grab the now chewed frutta with a napkin and give to granny that way te can avoid having bacteria o saliva. if te don't chew for granny then get ready to write your will , cause granny's cane is gonna whack te for the rest of your life

2. Granny mistakens your gender , just go with it cause she's delusional.

3.When your feeding her Cibo watch out for those teeth of hers , there sharper than a pocket knife!

4.Keep an eye on her and don't turn around unless someone's calling for...

I should've, could've, would've;
Done something about that day,
If only I had known it ended this way.
I am not proud to tell you
How I stood there and watched;
He was so big and scary
Was all that I thought.

I couldn't, wouldn't, shouldn't,
get involved at all.
I say to myself;
It's none of my business;
As I turn and walk down the hall.

I hear on the news;
'bout this kid who had died
It tells of his woe;
The giorno of his suicide

They talk about how he locked himself
inside of his room
All to have shot himself to forget all the pain.

Now as I walk through my school
I hear the laughter
But see the fear
In their eyes...